Make a hole with a gun perpendicularTo the name of this town in a desk-top globeExit wound in a foreign nationShowing the home of the one this was written forMy apartment looks upside down from thereWater spirals the wrong way out the sinkAnd her voice is a backwards recordIt's like a whirlpool and it never ends

Ana Ng and I are getting oldAnd we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presenceListen Ana hear my wordsThey're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

All alone at the '64 World's FairEighty dolls singing "small world after all"Who was at the Dupont Pavilion?Why was the bench still warm? Who had been there?Or the time when the storm tangled up the wireTo the horn on the pole at the bus depotAnd in the back of the edge of hearingThese are the words the voice was repeating:

Ana Ng and I are getting oldAnd we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presenceListen Ana hear my wordsThey're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

When I was driving once I saw this painted on a bridge,"I don't want the world, I just want your half"

They don't need me here, and I know you're there (don't need me)Where the world goes by like the humid air (world goes by)And it sticks like a broken recordEverything sticks like a broken recordEverything sticks until it goes away (it goes home)And the truth is, we don't know anything (don't know)

Ana Ng and I are getting oldAnd we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presenceListen Ana hear my wordsThey're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting oldAnd we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presenceListen Ana hear my wordsThey're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you

Ana Ng and I are getting oldAnd we still haven't walked in the glow of each others majestic presenceListen Ana hear my wordsThey're the ones you would think I would say if there was a me for you